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I can go home.

That's not how Mumtaz

figures it.

I know maths.

Mumtaz has her own kind of math.

If Mumtaz finds you hiding here,

she'll bury you alive.

She's enjoying this.

You know this bride here?

She was the first girl

we ever rescued,

and today she's now like

the backbone of hope house.

How did you get

involved in all this?

- Who? Me?

- Hmm.

I was in the police force.

So one day I went into a

brothel with my captain.

It turned out

that he was taking bribes.

A little girl, maybe nine,

she came running and, uh,

put her arms around me

and just asked me

to get her out of that place.

The next day I went back,

and she was gone.

Get up! Lunch is ready!

Come.

Hey!

Hey, get up!

Wake up!

Time for lunch.

You want to eat?

Get up.

Old ones are gentle and fast.

And they tip,

but they smell bad.

Young ones take forever.

They smell a bit better,

but they leave you

black and blue.

And they fall in love,

which is exhausting.

Sometimes...

I imagine my customer

is an animal.

Dog... ruff!

Pig...

Snake.

Hide your tips.

People steal.

Don't trust girls,

especially Americans.

They will trick you into

running away, cut you open,

take a kidney, and leave

you to die in the gutter.

They say it happened

to someone here.

Use this.

They will protect you

from disease.

But don't insist.

If Mumtaz finds out you insist,

she'll beat you.

What is this for?

What you doing?

I'm making a kite for Harish.

Kites don't need tails.

Stand up.

Sit.

- Harish.

- Hmm?

- I made this for you.

- Oh, my gosh.

- For me?

- Yes.

Thanks.

It flies great.

Third time you tried to get out.

What are you men doing?

Where is that runaway?

Bloody bastards,

Tanak and Suren!

What the hell have you done?

You told us to punish

her for running.

Never touch faces.

Use chilies.

Faces are merchandise.

Only use chilies.

- Spread her legs.

- Hold her hands.

Here. Okay, okay.

No. No.

Show them how it's done.

Hold her. Hey!

I can't.

Shut up.

You see?

That's how you do it.

Now, how many times

have I told you

not to hit faces?

- Hungry?

- Yes.

Okay.

I'll get you some DAL and rice.

It was you, wasn't it?

I want it back.

- Where is it?

- Where is what?

My statue.

Give it back.

My mother gave that to me.

I don't know

what you are talking about.

Liar!

Thief!

I did not take your statue!

Huh!

I'm giving you this candle

to shine a light on your story.

When Lalita's parents died,

her cousin sold her

into the brothel.

Mahdu is an excellent artist.

She's going to be an animator.

Bindhu.

She wants to teach

homeless children

in train station schools.

You must understand

what is involved here.

What I understand

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